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Wispy Stream

 

I was listening to an interview and concert today on World Café on WXPN with Scottish singer-songwriter K.T. Tunstall. I was introduced to her music when Black Horse and The Cherry Tree came out in 2004.  Besides loving her melodic meanderings, I discovered that she and I have something else in common. It was a life changing experience on July 17, 2008 when (not at the same time, though) we each had an audience with His Holiness the Dalai Lama when he came to Philadelphia. I was fulfilling a 20 year journalistic dream when I interviewed him and it still feels surrealistic.  She, along with musicians Moby, Joss Stone and Serge Tankian  joined him in celebration of  The Missing Peace Music Project.

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One of things she offered close to the end had to do with one of my favorite subjects; creativity and the ways in which inspiration comes to us and is expressed. She envisioned it as if it were a ‘wispy stream that flowed above my  head’ and that she needs to grab ahold of it, lest someone else do it first. I feel the same way, since there have been times when I have seen something elsewhere that I could have written. We are all part of the collective mind that ponders and processes reality. I find inspiration everywhere. It shows up in the simple things, such as sitting on the porch of my ‘office away from home’ called The Zen Den, in Doylestown, PA sipping a glass of multiple-herbal, anti-oxidant infused iced tea in the midst of birdfeeders and wind chimes at a brightly painted rescued and restored wrought iron table. I had the serene experience of breathing and being while waiting for my friends Jon and Chris to arrive to put the finishing touches on a workshop we are co-facilitating next Sunday. It arrives when driving in the car on winding back roads, arm breezing out the window, catching an updraft as my hand rides the wave~  It peeks in through my bedroom curtains in the form of sun dappled branches playing like a Balinese shadow puppet. And it visits my dreams as I drift and float on cloud cushions.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQmDUEv939A Black Horse and The Cherry Tree

 

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